My life amidst the storms, where tutelary?
All my dreams and liking, so elementary,
Yet my spirit liveth so obstreperous,
Shaketh not at qualms never porus,
Just a cavil followed by words,
Knoweth me that your hurt boards,
But recognize my pain that sieves,
With the intensity of thousand bereaved,
Seeth thine face the raidance impress,
The noble heart stops and bursts,
Where human countenance deliquesce,
Draineth my gray, darkens my marrows,
Canst thou accept self as was and is?
Knowing that is not inherent, but adventitious,
I knoweth now that segue needs set,
But knoweth me that am terrible and magniloquent,
Birth of anger from the annals of despots,
Banish me dark, revert thine decision not,
Know now your hurt owing to mine invective,
Will spry not at words, rendering respect ineffective,
Forgive mine blurt, forgive this mishap,
Never will I tread, till my soul depart.
